I wasn't going to continue this but I felt the need that it had to be continued.

Disclaimer: Same as before….


He flew at an alarming rate, dodging high tree branches and diving in and out of spaces. He knew if he kept the pace at a certain speed (considerably high) that none of the Z-fighters would suspect a thing… until it was too late. Not even the dragon balls could help. They didn't work if the death was caused by suicide; not even if the person dead was him. Eleven-year-old Son Gohan: the boy who defeated Cell and killed his own father. Gohan didn't care if the man came back to help raise his second son. The fact still remained, whether anyone would want to admit, that his first born son killed the savior of Earth.

Gohan made sure he was far away from any of them; even Piccolo, before he skidded to a stop in the air. The moment his feet touched the ground, he was off, running to who knows where. He didn't pay attention to the landscape and barely caught himself before he was flung off a cliff. His breathing was rugged as he put a hand to his chest and rubbed where his heart was. He looked over the edge, staring as the waves crashed upon the tall, pointy rocks.

He remembered coming here before the Cell games. It was his only escape from the truth. Gohan had known the day before that his father would be killed. He just didn't think it would be him to commit the sin. He shook his head and wiped away a few stray tears from his eyes. "Hello," he whispered, his voice low and cracking, "it's time we meet for the first time and hopefully the last."

Gohan stopped thinking as he let himself fall over the cliff. He knew it would be painful and he welcomed it with open arms. It must be my Saiyan side was his last thought before he felt no more.


Chi-Chi didn't know why she suddenly sat up in bed. She ran a hand through her long hair, giving her head a shake and laid back down. Her husband was still sleeping, snoring slightly and she was pretty sure Goten couldn't move out of the crib. So then why was her motherly vibe beating like crazy against her mind?


She jumped out of bed, not caring that she woke Goku up in the process as she ran out of the bedroom and down the hall to her eldest son's room. She opened the door and gasped. He wasn't there! It was three o'clock in the morning. He was supposed to be asleep. "Goku!" she called out, going back to the bedroom they shared. He was sitting up in bed, rubbing at his eyes. "Gohan isn't in his room!"

Goku looked up. "Huh? What are you talking about? Of course he is. His ki is still here Chi-Chi."

The woman frowned. "But he isn't. He's not in his room and I'm pretty sure he's not in the house. Oh, Goku." Chi-Chi slid to the ground, hands resting numbly at her side. "I have a bad feeling. I don't think… I mean… I think he's dead, Goku."

"No he's not." Goku stood and walked over to his wife, picking her up and setting her on the bed before throwing on a t-shirt. "You stay here and I'll go look around, okay? I'll even ask the others to come."

She nodded gratefully as he walked out of the room. Chi-Chi stood and moved over to the window, laying a hand against the glass. "You'll find him Goku," she murmured, "But he won't be alive."


He was worried. He had looked all around the house and still couldn't find his son. Goku shook his head. She couldn't be right. Gohan's ki was at the house in his bed fast asleep, so why wasn't his son there? The man knew his eldest son must have transferred enough of his ki to his pillow to not alert them to where he was going. His gaze landed on his friends: Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Piccolo, and even Vegeta were looking for the boy. Why would Gohan leave? Goku remembered the conversation he had with his first born just yesterday morning. What was Gohan thinking? He had been fine during the day and before he went to sleep; Gohan was even laughing and smiling. Something Goku hadn't ever thought he would see again after the Cell games.

"Find anything yet?" he yelled to the others. The pain he was feeling was laced in his words and he knew his face was crawling with emotions.

Krillin shook his head. "Where could he have gone, Goku?"

He looked away. He didn't know and by that action his friends realized what he wanted to say but couldn't. Son Goku had no idea where his son was. The two were inseparable since Gohan was born. You never saw one without the other. It had been like that even after Goten's birth, even though they could tell it was forced on Gohan's part.

A hand clamped down on his shoulder and Goku looked up to see Yamcha smiling sadly at him. "Don't worry, Goku. We'll keep looking till we find him."

"No we won't." The group turned towards Piccolo who had his eyes closed. "I found him." Piccolo pointed downwards and swallowed deeply.

Goku could feel the water come to his eyes as he gazed down at the battered and bruised form of his eldest son. He lowered himself to the water and kneeled down, arms wrapping around Gohan's waist. Goku didn't care that blood was staining his clothes. He didn't care that the other's gasped and Krillin let out a strangle cry. He didn't care that Piccolo immediately flew away, probably to the Lookout. He didn't care that he heard Vegeta murmur a silent prayer in Saiyago (Saiyan language) before taking off back to Capsule Corp to tell Bulma who would then tell Chi-Chi.

No, he didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was the fact that he was holding his dead son's body in his arms and he couldn't bring him back.


-sighs- Ah, I feel much better now that this chapter was written.

… I forgot to mention that it was A/U. Sorry about that. No More meant that Gohan couldn't take his feelings anymore. Thankies!

Shadow Dreamer 27: Here is more for you. Thankies!

evil kirby: Eh, it wasn't exactly the end… I just had to write this. Thankies!